Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Do what you will ❯ Do what you will ( Chapter 1 )

Do what you will

by cozzybob

 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. If it's recognizable at all, the universe of Gundam Wing and it's characters belong to Sunrise and other shareholders. Not me. I did not make any money borrowing them and do not plan to do so in the future. This, like all other fanfiction, was written for sheer pleasure alone.

 

Rated: G

 

Pairs: Heero and Quatre

 

Warning: angst? sap? nothing specific

 

 

 

 

"I think I get it now," Quatre said, bracing the armrest of the pilot's seat. They were in a shuttle headed back toward L4.

 

Heero waited. It had been several hours since they'd last spoken, both enjoying the relative silence they rarely had the chance to enjoy these days. With Quatre constantly drowning in the media and Heero chased by hopeless romantics that prodded endlessly into his private life, the two of them rarely had a chance to just sit down and be. Of course, Heero appreciated their rare silence for it's naiveté--he didn't have to think in this silence, the silence just was.

 

Quatre, on the other hand, was always thinking, and the only reason he seemed to enjoy the silence at all was so that he could drown in his thinking with no one to distract him. It annoyed Heero sometimes how much Quatre actually thought about things--his friend had a bad habit of over-thinking everything. It was probably the flaw in being a genius at strategy, he figured.

 

Quatre waved a hand, his eyes glinting. He was staring out the window, which currently had an amazing view of Earth--she looked like a giant marble, and Heero found himself wondering what it would be like to flick another marble at it, spinning it into motion. He'd played marbles as a child once. He used a bunch of rocks, really, but it was interesting and it was how he learned a good deal of his physics.

 

You had to improvise when you were raised by an assassin, after all.

 

Quatre continued, as if their stretched pause in conversation had never existed. "The Earth is our home, whether we're born on the colonies or not. It's where we came from, and where we belong. That's why I've always felt more at home on the Earth than on that dratted colony with all it's damned splendor."

 

Quatre didn't like his home L4 colony very much. Though the war had been over for several months now, it still promoted bad feelings in the blond--that colony had been the one to kill his father all that time ago, and he'd never really forgiven them for it. Several times, Quatre even considered leaving the colony entirely and abandoning his post as the heir of WEI. He said it wasn't worth going against the grains of his soul to help the people that murdered a member of his own family.

 

Heero didn't entirely understand it, because he'd never had family to begin with, but still, he had his sympathy. He knew exactly how bad Quatre had gotten when the whole thing blew up originally...

 

Of course, Quatre never left WEI, no matter how much he hated it. Heero didn't understand that either.

 

Quatre sighed and slumped into his chair in a defeated sort of way. "I want to go back to Earth," he said bitterly. "I hate that colony."

 

"Then do it."

 

Quatre sat up and looked at Heero as if he'd grown seven heads and a tail. Heero shrugged, and then glared at him. "If you don't like what you're doing, Quatre, just leave."

 

Quatre shook his head. "It's not that easy. The will--"

 

"Damn the will. Since when did you ever let your father decide your future, anyway? I seem to remember that the pilot of Sandrock fought the war because he wanted to make a difference, not because his father approved of it."

 

"He didn't," Quatre said in a cool voice.

 

"Exactly."

 

"Heero--"

 

"Are you prepared to die for this... peace we've won?"

 

Quatre raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "You know I am, Heero."

 

"Than why be afraid to live for it as well?"

 

Quatre opened his mouth only to close it again. He stared at Heero for a very long time before he finally asked, "Since when did you become so damned wise?"

 

Heero smirked, but his voice was deadpan. "I read it in Cosmopolitan magazine once."

 

"Isn't that a woman's mag?"

 

"Hn."

 

Quatre laughed and shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me, Heero."

 

"Just shut up and turn the shuttle around."

 

They headed back to Earth.

 

--Fini